My Life Is Unbelievably Messy

Everything in my life is messed up. I can’t keep my money in the right place, my school locker’s filled with sheets of paper and books (I always rummage through a pile of stuff when searching for that one thing I desperately need)… and my room is slowly morphing into an episode of Hoarders.

Great. This is an accurate representation of my life.

It’s peculiar how I’m a girl, but I can’t keep stuff in place. I can’t write neatly. I can’t organize things properly. No wonder I’m looked down upon.

My mind can’t remain in a proper, peaceful state, I guess. That’s why everything’s all around the place. That’s why I panic when trying to find something I need. It’s because I can’t do things properly.

I’m lousy at about everything. Lately, I’ve been listening to the wrong people. I’ve been holding off things until the last minute. I can’t divide time properly and have problems prioritizing things. I have trouble sorting out what I want to express at times.

And look, that’s all reflected in the places I attempt (but fail) to tend to.

It might be okay — wait, never mind. If this is alarming in the present; how much more worse can it get in the future, if I never learn? And when will I ever learn?